Stepping to the side to get a clear shot of the fleeing, poisoned, demon-spawned rogue, Peregrina once more raised her bow and fired her arrow at the enemy. The arrow thudded into the rogue, and he missed a step, taking him cleanly out of Peregrina's view. She sighed, and stalked off towards the direction of the rogue.

The poison has gradually wrecked the rogue's Dex, so 12 did indeed (barely) hit him!

The escaping rogue let out an inhuman screech of pain as the halfling's arrow sank into his lower back. Reaching back to grasp the arrow's shaft, he looked over his shoulder at the vengeful survivors of his ambush. Whirling through the air, Therdamin's flung staff caught him as he turned. The assassin's cry of pain and anger was suddenly cut off as he collapsed to the ground.

The alley momentarily fell silent, the only sounds the labored breathing of the remaining party members and the distant sound of soldiers answering the horn's signal.

Eager to beat the alley's rats to the repast laid before them, a dozen bone crabs scuttled toward the bloody corpses that lay sprawled among the alley's heaped debris.

At the sound of Therdamin's staff striking, and the fall of the rogue, Septimus spent a half a second counting. Yes, that was all of them. Falling back from the darkness, back to where Tall Hakanis lay dying, he raised his voice, letting the authority of command slip into it for just the moment. Others lead here, that was true. But an untested group - That needed to be kept from falling apart. "Regroup, on me! Eyes open!" For a long moment, he looked about, before bending to tend to the wounded. Triage indicated to him that Hakanis was first.

Kneeling, he laid down his bloody spear next to Hakanis, and started to do his best to bind the man's wounds, unskilled in the healing arts that he might be, his eyes coming up to scan the alleys frequently. "Keep your eyes to the shadows, and out of the torches. We don't know if they had friends.. or competitors." Pursing his lips, he looked to the good Doctor. "They aimed the beast at you, dear doctor. Any thoughts?"

Seeing the grave horror vanquished, a shamed Vaqqas could calm his nerves enough to return to his employer, though he couldn't meet the doctor's gaze. He bent down at Tall Hakanis's side and aided the mercenary in tending to his companion's wounds. He wiped his eyes on his sleeve and stifled a sob. "Hang on, lad. Yer gonna be ok..." He whispered.

Was going to aid another, but cancel that since Therdamin healed him instead.

Therdamin caught his staff with satisfaction, and surveyed the field. It seemed there were few serious injuries apart from the guard, and of course the rogue.

"Can someone bind this filth? I will attend to the guard."

Therdamin did not wait any longer, but strode over to the fallen guard and spoke a quick benediction to Thoth. Bless converted to CLW (11:38:18) Minion: valadaar rolls 1d8 and gets 4. So, +5 hp to the mercenary

In the typical after-battle hubbub of healing, Peregrina scanned the perimeter for enemies once again. Though the dwarf was dead, the dwarf's pets were felled, and the rogue beaten, there was always the slight chance of another ambush. Still, as the forces in the alley were still somewhat strong, there was little chance of further aggression. If there was going to be, it would have occurred when the bone thing still walked the earth.

When Therdamin called for someone to bind the rogue, Peregrina searched her bag for rope. Strange, she normal carried a coil or two of the stuff.

"I'll bind the rogue if someone's got some rope I could use," she said.

Septimus was glad enough to let magic take the place of cloth. He had a certain respect for the guardsman - really, the only difference between them was that the fallen guard's contract was longer term than his own.

Straightening up from the following man, he spent a moment but a brief moment digging through his pack, before flipping a tightly wrapped coil of silken rope towards Peregrina. "Here. If his master has any brains, he'll know little, but perhaps worth it anyway." With some care, and a little wincing, the man settled his pack back against his shoulders, before straightening up, and looking curiously towards his employer, waiting for orders.

Her curiosity was piqued, but someone had to keep an eye out for a follow-up ambush, and who better for such a task than Ren? Scampering up a convenient wall, the jungle hunter took up overwatch while the rest of the party handled their captive. She had ears and well as nose and eyes: the latter pair would do fine for guard duty whilst the former was attending any forthcoming information from their employer.